“So, I’ll come over some night and cook for your family. They’ll believe then.”
“You will?” Jeana stared at me and shook her head.
“Sure, why not,” I said with a smile and a shrug of the shoulders. “Let me think. Next weekend is the Christmas Dance, and we’re going to be busy. The weekend after that is Christmas. The weekend after that is New Year’s. Why don’t you tell your mother I’ll cook for her the weekend after that.”
“They will never believe me!”
“I’ll give you a list before then, nothing special, just some chicken and ham and spices.” I had in mind coq au vin, a French chicken and wine recipe that could be scaled up or down to any size dinner party.
“That would just blow their minds! You have to promise me you’ll do that!” she said, laughing.
“I know a way to cook chicken so that it will melt in your mouth and make you want to change your heritage from Italian to French,” I replied, laughing just as hard.
We finished our meal, after having generous seconds. There was just enough left over for me to make a one person meal during the week. We also finished our wine, and while I was tempted to pour some from the jug, I declined. While I have certainly served alcohol to willing women over the years, taking a drunken daughter home would not get me in the good graces of the Colosimo family! After putting away the leftovers, I left the dirty dishes for later, and Jeana and I settled onto my couch.
I sat on the couch, and Jeana sat down next to me, but before I could even think about it, Jeana had twisted around ninety degrees and was laying down, her head in my lap and her body along the length of the couch, and was looking up at me with those big brown eyes. “No more cooking,” she said quietly.
“No more cooking.” I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “What’s a nice girl like you doing with a guy like me?”
I must have given her a sad smile. Jeana wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for another, more thorough kiss. “I think it’s the other way around. How did I ever get such a great guy like you to be interested in me?”
“It’s the curse of beauty. The more beautiful the girl, the more the guys are like riff-raff. You’re so beautiful, you end up with a bunch of bums chasing you, and I’m just one of them.”
“Oh, so by picking you, I’ve saved myself from Ray Shorn?” she teased.
“Oh, God, now there’s a fate worse than death!” I laughed at that. “I’ll have to tell Ray you said that!”
Jeana tried to punch me, but couldn’t in her present position. Instead she pulled me back down to her. “I think I love you, even if you don’t love yourself.” Then she kissed me with a lot of wet and sloppy tongue action, and I stopped thinking about what she was saying.
Fifteen minutes later, Jeana gave me the biggest surprise of my life, either version. Letting her arms go from around my neck, she stretched out languidly on my lap. “I know a place we’ll be a lot more comfortable doing this.” Her eyes darted over towards the archway to the bedroom.
I gave her a rather surprised look, I’m sure, and glanced in the direction she was indicating. “I’m sure we’ll be a lot more comfortable there, but that might be more comfortable than you can imagine. If we go in there, we might end up doing more than kissing.”
Jeana didn’t even blush. “I know that. It’s just, well, I think I’m ready for another piece of the Carl Buckman Experience.”
I just groaned and rolled my eyes. One of these days I was going to have to thank all my previous lovers. Arsenic seemed appropriate. “Honey, I can think of almost nothing I would like more, but you need to think about that. Once we go in there, there’s no going back. I mean, well…”
Jeana put a finger to my lips. “Let’s go in and get more comfortable and talk about that.” She sat upright, and then twisted and got to her feet. I stayed on the couch, watching and not quite believing it, but she held out her hand and I stood and followed her. It’s important to realize that up until now, I had only been with girls who had already been with guys, and whether they initiated things or I started them, we both knew what was happening and were equally eager for it to happen. Jeana was a virgin, and younger than me. She was only fifteen for God’s sake, and while I had already been with girls even younger than that, I hadn’t been the one to pop their cherries. Jeana was the one instigating this, too. Very unusual, in my experience.
I followed Jeana into my bedroom. She quickly kicked off her pumps and sprawled out on the bed. I sat down next to her and wordlessly kicked off my own shoes, and then lay back next to her. I spread my arms and Jeana curled up next to me. She looked up at me, and said, “We can’t, I mean, I can’t…” She blushed, and then stammered out, “It’s not a good time for the full Carl Buckman Experience! Do you know what I mean?”
Holy Christ! It was that time of the month. I blushed, too, and then cleared my throat. “I understand.”
Jeana looked very relieved. I resigned myself to a massive case of blue balls by the end of the day. “God, I love you!” she said, and then half crawled onto me and began kissing me again.
Jeana was extremely turned on. She was squirming around in my arms, and trying to tongue my tonsils, and I returned the favor. Likewise, while I was usually a gentleman with her, this afternoon, while running my hands over her back, I did a little more, tracing my fingertips along her bra and down her back, and running my hands all over her saucy little rear end. Each of these moves caused some moans from Jeana, and she squirmed fitfully with me.
While she wasn’t too heavy laying on top of me, the position actually limited my actions, so I held her and rolled over to a point she was lying on the bed with me at her side. I continued kissing her lips, but now began to slowly move them, so I was licking her cheeks, nibbling her ears, and moving down her throat. I brought a hand around to begin unbuttoning her silk blouse. This elicited a gasp from her, but she also arched her back, thrusting her breast into my hand. I kneaded it briefly, and then undid her buttons.
I had my eyes open, and I glanced around as best I could, without taking my mouth from her body. Jeana’s eyes were closed, and she had an almost orgasmic expression on her face. Looking down her body, I could see her breasts, heaving as she panted, barely encased by a lacy bra so small I was amazed she owned it. I continued unbuttoning her blouse, and then reached inside and around, and flicked open her bra. It popped off and she sighed happily. Her tits were rather substantial for a fifteen (well, almost sixteen) year old girl, with small nipples and dark areolas. I moved my mouth south and she squealed as I began tonguing and nibbling her tits.
“Oh Carl… oh my God… Carl… oh, oh… don’t stop… oh God!..” Jeana was babbling as I worked her tits over. She was laying there, with one of my legs thrown over hers, and my thigh pressing against her crotch. I wanted to move her a notch higher, so I brought a hand down and pressed it against the front of her slacks, and she went into orbit. Squealing loudly, she began to shake and shiver as she came, and I continued to play with her through her pants for several minutes until she collapsed in exhausted bliss.
Happy with our progress so far, I pulled my hand away and held her in my arms. Jeana shivered for another moment, and then sagged against me. “Oh, Carl!” She was silent for a moment so I backed up and pulled my face up to hers. She had a faint sheen of perspiration to her that I found quite alluring. “So that’s the Carl Buckman Experience?” she asked weakly.